Before He Cheats – Carrie Underwood

Right now he’s probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp
And she’s probably getting frisky…
Right now, he’s probably buying her some fruity little drink
‘Cause she can’t shoot whiskey…
Right now, he’s probably up behind her with a pool stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo…

And he don’t know…

That I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats…
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
Slashed a hole in all four tires…
Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats

Right now, she’s probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke
Right now, she’s probably saying, “I’m drunk”
And he’s a-thinking that he’s gonna get lucky
Right now, he’s probably dabbing on
Three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo…

Oh, and he don’t know…

That I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
Slashed a hole in all four tires…
Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats

I might’ve saved a little trouble for the next girl
‘Cause the next time that he cheats…
Oh, you know it won’t be on me

No… not on me

‘Cause I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
Slashed a hole in all four tires…
Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats

Oh, maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats…

Oh, before he cheats… oh, oh